Looking at Li Wei before him and hearing his voice, the man felt cold all over.
In the Empire, in Fog City, who hadn't heard of him? Besides, he was an out-and-out royalist. No matter how the man looked at it, his presence at this banquet was strange... But why was he here? Had someone brought him in? Why? Why did everyone else seem completely unaware of it?
What on earth was...
"...Ah, sorry."
Just then, another guest accidentally bumped into the man, instantly snapping him out of his daze. He froze for a moment, then looked around. This time, however, Li Wei was nowhere to be seen.
What just happened?
Was I hallucinating?
Only then did the man realize that both his palms were covered in sweat. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped them. Looking around, he found that everyone else seemed oblivious. They simply held their wineglasses, gathering in twos and threes to chat and laugh, as though they were enjoying an ordinary banquet.
But the man knew this banquet was anything but ordinary.
But what exactly just happened?
Was that an illusion? Or was it real?
Pretending to be casual, the man wandered through the crowd, carefully inspecting everyone around him, whether they wore masks or not-the latter also seemed to think this was merely an ordinary aristocratic banquet. Although some of them didn't seem particularly fond of such occasions, none showed any aversion.
But the man knew this was only temporary.
Soon, they would begin enjoying this banquet.
A faint pink haze of fragrance enveloped the hall. At first sniff, one might have mistaken it for some kind of incense. Many people stopped talking when they smelled it. Those wearing masks closed their eyes and began savoring the wonderful scent, while the newcomers looked